I had a fun and full weekend . . . of cooking and baking and Christmas prepping. Of course, a good blogger would have photos of all of that but I’m here to admit that I’m not a good blogger (especially when you consider that I forgot [after nearly 17 years of blogging] to post on Friday. That photo above? It’s from several years ago. Just sayin.
Doreen and I made 2 batches of peanut butter balls (that’s about 12 dozen if you’re adding things up), plus 3 dozen cherry chocolate kisses, 6 dozen spritz, and 8 dozen ginger cookies. At home and on my own, I made 2 dozen peppermint mocha cookies, two pounds of salted chocolate toffee, and six loaves of Swedish rye bread.
In between all of that, Dale and I watched Love Actually, some football, and went out looking at Christmas lights. We also made a major decision about our Christmas Eve gathering . . . it’s not happening. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating to feel like we can’t have a house full of friends but given rising cases in our area plus the new variant, it just doesn’t seem like a smart thing to do. We will have our kids over and keep things small in (pardon the use of this over-used expression) an abundance of caution.
Sometimes being a responsible adult really blows.
I’m cheering myself up by focusing on my greatly shortened to-do list and the happiness I feel when delivering cookies and treats to the people who make my life easier at work and in my community. I’m hoping for plenty of smiles as I make my rounds.